Spilling ink, Bleeding poetry

There is no specific genre or mood, enjoy the pull and push of the tide and accept the vibe.

This blog is full of words; mine and others. Sometimes I write snippets and phrases and sometimes scenes of stories dragged out of the dark crevices of my mind. Perhaps once in a while, you'll get to enjoy the entire tale, enticing beginnings to sorrowful ends.

My original work is under #sword's song

Asks are open; inspire, compliment, share your thoughts or reflect, just be respectful.

I want to open your skin with the reverence of a priest to their god.

I want to split your ribs with the gentleness of a mother to her newborn child.

I would crawl inside and hold your heart soft and caring, whispering all the ways in which i love you.

I want to grow a garden with my sweet words and devotion

Then lay for eternity

"Do I put you off?"

You could never put me off. You are never too much. I choose you and I will choose you again and again and again. I did not love you unexpectedly and quickly. It did not fall off a ledge or jump in cold water. I loved you with intention, I knew I was hooked from that day and I allowed it. I walked into it calm yet excited, hopeful with all the new possibilities. I clenched my jaw around the hook, tasting the blood and swallowing with a smile. I pierced my skin with your thorns, feeling the coppery liquid warm me as it flowed down my arms.

It is worth it. For the sweet scent you fill my lungs with, it is worth it. For the warmth in my belly and the smile on my face. My darling, you are worth it!

You can never be too much for you are the air i breathe and the water I drink. You are a necessity and a luxury and mine

mine

mine.